baby got a place in the sun selling people shade renting out a room in a remote little corner of profit's promenade talking on the phone waiting for a ring well everybody's tryin to turn me into a suicide machine I'll be riding forth on my pony if you wanna see me tonight dressed in black up at the line of attack by my counterpart in white can't look every way gonna move the street everybody's tryin to turn me into a suicide machine ------------| -------14--12--10--12--14-12--10-----/12--12-10--10-| ------------| ------------| ------------| ------------| ------------/19-17-15-14-| -14--14-14--14---14--12--10--12--14-12--10-----/12--12-10--10------------| ------------| ------------| ------------| ------------| everything's al-right except for how it seems but everybody wants to turn me into a suicide machine baby got a place in the sun I had to shade my eyes I don't think I'll ever know anyone besides you but it's no surprise I know what you want and I got what you need everybody's tryin to turn me into a suicide machine everybody's tryin to turn me into a suicide machine everybody's tryin to turn me into a suicide machine